back from myspace
So here I am, once again. Over a month without blogging, haven't done much since myspace took over my head.
Here's what has gone on my life, for those who care.
My father passed away a week after my 25th birthday. Things have not been quite the same. I never imagined that one could have these many emotions in such a short period of time. It had been a while since I talked to him, it had been a while since the last time I saw him. And all of a sudden I miss him. How tricky life can be, when we know that people are there, but we don't stay in touch with them because of the fact that we know that they are indeed there. But once we know that they are no longer there, we have the urge to miss them. How did I let such a long time pass? I never had the chance to thank him for all the things that he did for me. Never had the chance to thank him for teaching me how to fly a kite. Thanks for working 7 days a week so we could go to the best schools. Thanks for passing on to me the love to animals, thanks for the tough love. And that guilt, no matter what anyone says, will be buried deep inside my chest.
I went back home for his funeral. Definitely not the way that I intended to return to Costa Rica. The hardest thing I have ever done in my life (and folks, I think I have gone through my share of some rough shit). To see my family in so much pain was the worse. The only thing that comforted me was that this showed me how close we are, and how much we love each other, regardless of the distance and sometimes the lack of communication.
Here's what has gone on my life, for those who care.
My father passed away a week after my 25th birthday. Things have not been quite the same. I never imagined that one could have these many emotions in such a short period of time. It had been a while since I talked to him, it had been a while since the last time I saw him. And all of a sudden I miss him. How tricky life can be, when we know that people are there, but we don't stay in touch with them because of the fact that we know that they are indeed there. But once we know that they are no longer there, we have the urge to miss them. How did I let such a long time pass? I never had the chance to thank him for all the things that he did for me. Never had the chance to thank him for teaching me how to fly a kite. Thanks for working 7 days a week so we could go to the best schools. Thanks for passing on to me the love to animals, thanks for the tough love. And that guilt, no matter what anyone says, will be buried deep inside my chest.
I went back home for his funeral. Definitely not the way that I intended to return to Costa Rica. The hardest thing I have ever done in my life (and folks, I think I have gone through my share of some rough shit). To see my family in so much pain was the worse. The only thing that comforted me was that this showed me how close we are, and how much we love each other, regardless of the distance and sometimes the lack of communication.
posted by George CP Lin at 8:05 PM
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